And the Casting Director Said "Let There Be Morgan Freeman", and it Was Goooood.

My memory of things might be exaggerated, but when I was growing up it felt like Jim Carrey was inescapable. Not that I minded; the man is a living Looney Tunes character, and I love me some Bugs Bunny. Those I queried about Carrey all seemed to agree on a unified description of him: talented, but not versatile, more of a performer than an actor (except in "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" where he oh God I started crying again make it stop). He's the type of actor you write plots around, and during his hay-day, most of those plots were just as out there and maniacal as the man himself.

"Bruce Almighty" is a good showcase of Carrey in, if not his prime, than the most lucrative part of his career. The idea of revisiting it in my twenties is nerve-wracking. Is it possible for me to tear apart a film that I once considered to be the pinnacle of comedy?

This essay is less about tying "Bruce Almighty" into current cultural trends, because I'm really not sure you can. It's more about examining, on a personal level, something that I once thought was hilarious and asking it with bleary, gin-soaked eyes, "Can you still make me laugh?"